Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1887-01-20

and the pink deepening in her cheeks.
Oh she laughed. 8 the clouds
didn { give them but sup last night :
- [ see they were q little niggardly
with the drops" he said. Perhaps
they were more lavish where no femi-
nine Ariel was apt to get up with the
sun and do their work for them"
. Oh. ii wouldn't do for the clouds
very often she laughed was a
little nervous from the concert last
night, [ think. and Weakened early
The birds were singing so extrava-
ganty [ couldn' sleep again. so | rose
and joined in the tuneful hubub.'
. heard you, think. but did not
notice that any other bird was sing
ing
- | made more noise than they,
was fearful lest | should waken you,
so left off ny matin hymn and came
out here to play the cloud, as you
say"
Il am grateful for the motive. but
the hymn was very pleasant. he
laughed: indeed their hearts were 50
light and the morning 50 fair they
could not choose out laugh L doubt
not the flowers have returned thanks.
too. for noticed you We're quite an
efficient cloud: indeed, quite u comely
bit OF fleece Hoating among the ram
bows" laughingly indicating the curv-
ing iower-borlters with 4 sweep OF his
head as he took the watering-pot gen
tly from her hand and began to shower
them
Shall I thank you for thats~ You
are so fine this morning l am not quite
sure that follow you. she laughed
3 ..Then I am surely insane" he
sighed; vet for that matter. youth in
June believe is always slightly crazy.
Oh, saw the pretty little favor you
did the bee. l must thank you for
that,-'
He had overloaded himself, poor
fellow
Yes. his stomach: he was little
pig when it came TO honey, l fear.
What if he had stung you2 Most
creatures do when one does them good
in this world, they say
Not bees. unless you hurt them,
nor people either, [ think, unless one
crashes them a little in doing them
good. "
Which is usually the case. I guess;
a sort of ignoble recOmpense. l take
it. and be sobered 4 little. looking
down at the bees about their feet
What drou little fellows they are. =
she said. stopping forward and watch
ing them.
They are very business-like and
serious: when they enter one OF these
tiny cerulean OF vermlilion restaurants
they proceed At once to the tablet
They both fetched 4 little haIf-mus-
ing laugh as they watched.
You must not speak irreverentlv OF
the flowers. she nurmured. without
turning her eyes. Sometimes | think
they are the ears of God and the bees are
whispering and murmUring their graf
itude into them.
In th at sentence she seemed to come
nearer to him than ever before. He
felt little thrill. as if their souls. ike
two vases of crystal so clear they
were invisible. had touched and vi
DRAFTED.
Yes. yes" he half whispered. .'that
is beautiful. I had not thought Of
that: but sometimes [ had faneied they
were the mouths OF spirits whisperlnr
TO Us with perfume Of the hidden ana
wonderful things that lie deeper than
our sight
After that they were soberer, and.
sauntering down the walk 20 the foot
OF the lawn. they noted the shades and
hues and chickering's in the valley that
lay below them. 4 slight breeze was
moving the leaves of an oak that hung
above them. and a thrush from u
neighbOring vine-matted wall flew in
among the leaves and began his jocund
tiutinT.
! 'sAh. isn't he fine2n said Celeste.
pausing and touching his arm to stay
/ him and leaving her hand there with
pressure light as a leaf as she looked
up at the bird. They stood still mo-
ment listening TO the clear ecstatic
song when John Earring, almost
trem bling with the hour. half wills
pered:
1T Is like 4 chain of bubbles blown
of honey floating up into the sky! Yet,
! it Is not so sweet and human as the
song you sang last night. Celeste, noI
quite so gia>i. and his eyes came down
to hers and a light passed between
them. Then the girl looked down al
the grass. and close beside her foot j
little stray flower was glancing up Ike
an eve on its furry stem. and she
stopped over it and john Earring saw
her peariy neck turn pink and her
hand tremble as she pIucked it.
=. '.Lsu' It exguis ite2' she said. rising
up and beginning to open the leaves a
/ little without lifting her ewes to his.
He leaned forward slightly and they
looked silently into it. ! little knot
of velvet of gold with hair-tine anthers
was at the bottom with ringof petals
like dainty mOth-wings curying up.
and at the heart a rain-drop. which. in
Celeste sunsteady hand ran around the
knot of gold like a liquid spark.
But it has no SCENT she said.
Il presume its maker thought its
beauty quite-sutficientt" with a smile.
Yes; ne was satisfied, else it would
have been different
Even God might well be with such
an exquisite result. it seems TO me"
LAS in the thrush. | suppose: the
voice was enough. The creating cause.
hearing 1t. forgot that the bird had z
dull coat. and left it so.
Yes; our ears are less fine. vet. list
ening, even We forget the bird ; brown
feathers. 1t would be waste of color.
YOU see.
1T Is i very deep world, she said.
looking away. "Does beauty really
lie in the thing we see or hear. or in
the hearts -
In both. take it. or it is not per-
ceived'
Yet. truly what is it9' with smile,
looking ND sidewise 10 his face. as she
stood half leaning against the garden
wall. with her white forearm living
along the riding->tone with the flower
hanging down from her fingers.
You wish to make me talk" he